. >> my first job after college was as a teacher in texas, and a small, mexican-american school. few of them could speech english, and i couldn't speak much spanish. my students were poor, and they often came to class without breakfast, hungry, and they knew even in their youth the pain of prejudice. they never seemed to know why people disliked them, but they knew it was so because i saw it in their eyes. i often walked home late in the afternoon after the classes were finished wishing there was more that i could do, but all i knew was to teach them the little that i knew, hoping that it might help them against the hardships that lay ahead, and somehow you never forget what poverty and hatred can do when you see its scars on the hopeful face of a young child. i never thought then in 1928 that i would be standing here in 1965. it never even occurred to me in my fondest dreams that i might have the chance to help the sons and daughters of those students and to help people like them all over this country, but now i do have that chance, and i'll let you in on a secret. i mean to use it.